Your Story

You sure did paint a pretty picture,
Of growing old with grace.
Never did you mention,
All problems I had to face.

Guess you forgot to tell me,
About high school being hell.
About never fitting in,
And nothing going well.

You never let it slip,
That work would be too much.
Long hours and little pay,
Bad relationships and such.

You never let me know,
Of the tiredness and crippling pain.
Being elderly,
Feeling worn out and strained.

I looked forward to growing up,
Never thought I’d miss my youth.
You told me it’d be wonderful,
Now I know the truth.

But I was only six,
What were you supposed to say?
Of course you concealed the truth about life,
That it gets harder every day.